Remembering You - Mitch Rapp
Author: @mf-despair-queen
Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader
Word Count: 3,579
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Humping, (slight) Daddy Kink, somewhat rough but also really sweet side of Mitch
Notes: I killed two birds with one stones. First, MY FIRST DRABBLE FOR THE PRINCESS SQUAD. SAY WHAAAAAAAAT??? And second, my first post for Mitch Week all thanks to @stilinski-jpeg and @minhosmeanhoe. Double SAY WHAAAAAAAAAT??? Yes, this was planned as soon as Mitch Week was announced. I’m a hoe for Mitch, send help. Hopefully you all like this. Expect more Mitch soon.
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Mitch stirred in his sleep, his eyes cracking open to the faint light in the room. The clock on his table read 1:22 AM, and Mitch groaned to himself. Normally when he returned from missions, he slept peacefully for days, able to relax since he was free from danger, even for a little while.
So why was he awake now?
Not even a day of being back, and he was waking up in the middle of the night to a dimly lit bedroom. He rolled over in the bed, the blankets falling off his bare chest slightly. You set next to him in the bed, back against the pillows propped up on the headboard. You had tied back your hair, keeping your book pressed into your lap as your read silently.
You felt his arms wrap around your waist, looking down at his drowsy face. You smiled slightly at the look at his face, running a hand through his soft chocolate locks. “What are you doing awake, Mitch? Aren’t you tired from your mission still?”
“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice husky from sleep. He burrowed his face into your stomach, the fabric from your tank top being pushed up slightly. His scruffy chin scratched at your skin, causing you to giggle slightly. “The real question is why are you still awake at almost two AM? Don’t you have work in the morning?”
You smiled slightly at his thoughtfulness, thinking about your job. It was the reason you had met Mitch in the first place. You worked with Irene Kennedy, seeking out possible recruits for special operations in the CIA. You had helped her recruit Mitch when he was just twenty-two, barely a year older than yourself. You knew, from the moment you laid eyes on the man walking down the street, that he would go on to do great things. You just never thought it would turn out like this.
The first time he went out on a mission to Istanbul, you had not been able to sleep. You had watched the young man grow and train with Stan Hurley, your pseudo-dad since you were four years old, over the last year. Sure, you knew that Stan was a fantastic man, and an even better operative, but you feared what Mitch would do on his own.
In your late nights, you wandered the massive library in the Langley headquarters, fingers skimming the spines of the books you had read hundreds of times it felt like. Nothing piqued your interest, not a single book that you thought would keep you at bay until you knew what was going on with the male you had grown attached you without meaning to.
That was when you found a book that sat in your lap. It was a simple story about a young man that traveled around, doing dangerous things for a living. He always put his life at risk for the things he was passionate about, doing what he believed was right to better the world. He always seemed to find a way back to his wife and unborn child because they were his whole world. The plot reminded you of Mitch for some reason, maybe because Mitch was similar in desire to the protagonist, Tyler.
You read it in one sitting, the book giving you solace that Mitch would return unharmed. He returned two days later, relief filling your gut. He never expected to find you waiting at his apartment when he walked up, bag in hand. You were sitting outside his door, picking at the ends of the skirt you were wearing. He quirked an eyebrow at you, seeing the expression on your face ease when you saw him standing feet from you.
You launched yourself into his arms unexpectedly, his arms tightening around you unconsciously. You cried, relieved that he was safe, Mitch just holding you. He wasn’t sure why it comforted him, seeing as he barely had spoken with you since he was delivered to Hurley’s house at Lake Anna. He had seen you around, but thought it inappropriate to approach you. Now here you were, in his arms, a pit of happiness in his gut he hadn’t felt since his girlfriend was killed.
You switched to a desk job after that, hoping to keep an eye on the man you had grown attached to, having begun spending all your free time with. You had developed massive feelings for the assassin, the two of you tinkering with a more intimate relationship over time, mostly consisting of light kisses in the confines of his apartment. Irene figured out the reason you had requested the switch, understanding why you wished it, but she couldn’t compromise the integrity of the job because of your personal feelings. You were assigned to a different covert operative, far from the status of Mitch.
To say you were disappointed was an understatement. You cried at Mitch the night you found out, laying in his strong arms, his fingers rubbing your back to calm you. It hurt even more to know he was leaving on a mission the following morning, going to somewhere in Germany. He kissed your forehead, mumbling that everything would be ok and he would return soon. You looked up into his eyes, his whiskey brown orbs darting between yours and your lips. You leaned up, lips connecting with his gently, moving to straddle his waist. Things changed that night, but you knew it was a good change.
You sat in his apartment following that night, Mitch nearly demanding you move in while he was away. You hadn’t argued, but being around his place without him hurt. You somehow found the same book you read from his first mission, the words soothing your anxiety while he was away yet again. Every mission seemed to be the same, the book helping you keep calm while he was out risking his life.
That was why you sat reading it now. You were happy to have Mitch back in your arms, and he had actually returned sooner than anticipated. You hadn’t been able to finish reading the book, and you couldn’t put it down until it was finished. You couldn’t sleep anyway for some reason, so you had decided to lay in bed, Mitch’s warm body next to yours, while you read into the odd hours of the night.
You marked the spot in your book, closing in and leaving it on your lap. Your hand pushed his messy hair back, relishing in the soft feeling. He groaned slightly, hugging you tighter. “Yes, I have work in the morning. But I couldn’t sleep until I finished my book. I didn’t mean to wake you up with the light being on. I can head into the living room if you prefer.”
He shook his head vigorously, hearing you laugh as his scruff scraped against your stomach. “No. Don’t leave me. I’ve slept alone enough while I was away.” He sat up in the bed with you, your eyes trained on his bare, toned torso. He snatched the book off your lap, examining the worn pages. “This one again?”
You pouted, sticking your tongue out at him. “Yes, this one again. You got a problem with that?”
He shook his head, skimming through the pages carefully. “It’s not that I have a problem. Just an observation more than anything.” He paused, licking his lips slowly.
“Oh? You’re observing me now, Mr. Rapp?” You joked, taking the book back from his hands. He leaned over, kissing your cheek, resting his head on your shoulder. You smiled at the action, enjoying the softer side of Mitch Rapp that not many people got to see. He was always a hard ass around people, analyzing people without them knowing it. With you, he chose to push that aside and show the sweet side he buried inside himself when he decided he wanted this job.
You cracked the book open again, Mitch watching you continue the chapter you were on. “I’m always observing you. You fascinate me.”
“Oh I do?” You laughed, your eyes never leaving your book. “What are you observing right now, big shot?”
“It’s simple really. You’re always reading that one book. There’s so many other books in the world, why that one?” he asked, feeling your body stiffen at his words. You closed the book calmly, staring at the cover. “Why is this one so special to you? You are always reading it when I come back.”
“It’s silly, Mitch. Don’t worry about it,” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed at the reason. He huffed, obviously unhappy with the answer. Rule number one about Mitch Rapp: he is a stubborn asshole and doesn’t take no for an answer. It was good in the field, but home life can be rough because he won’t let the smallest things go.
“I don’t like that answer. It can’t be that silly. Just tell me, baby,” he said, turning you more to face him. You blushed, trying to find the right words to convey your feelings about the book, and what to meant to you.
“I uh… I found it when you went to Istanbul. Before we started dating. I know I barely knew you, but you fascinated me from the moment I first saw you walk out of the gym In Syracuse. So, when you left on that mission, I was worried that something would happen. I found this in the library at headquarters and it kind of kept me at peace while you were away.”
“But why?” He asked, his eyes narrowing on you. “I’ve read it before, but I don’t really understand why you are so attached to it.”
You paused, your fingers running over the cover. “It reminds me of you. It helps me remember you, and gives me that tiny glimmer of hope I need sometimes that you will be home soon, in my arms.”
His features softened, nuzzling his face in your neck, his scruff scratching it gently. “Aw, babe. I didn’t know that. Is this book really that special to you?” You nodded, Mitch smiling. His lips met your cheek, peppering it with kisses. “I didn’t know you were such a sap like that.”
You jabbed his side playfully, glaring at him. “Don’t be mean. I will kick you out of bed and your fine ass can sleep on the couch.” He held his hands up in defense, a smirk on his face. “Oh no. You have that mischievous look on your face. What are you thinking, Mitch?”
He took the book from your lap, leaning over to place it on the side table. You just watched him closely, unsure what he was doing. He turned your body so you were facing him directly, his thumbs tracing against your cheeks. “Well, I was thinking about how I have a way to remember you while I am away. It kills me to be away from you, so I have developed a fool proof method to make sure you are always on my mind while I am off killing people.”
You giggled, leaning closer to him. Your lips skimmed his gently, his hot breath fanning over your face as he pants. “Oh yeah? And what method would that be? Please, explain it to me.”
“It’s that not easy to explain, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “But I can show you.”
He didn’t wait for a response, closing the gap between your lips, his head tilting so he could envelop your mouth completely. His hand trailed down your arm to your waist, pushing up the fabric of your tank top so he could grip at your skin. Your leg crossed over his lap from the side, allowing you to push yourself against him more. Your arms wrapped around his neck, enjoying the fast kisses he was placing to your lips.
His kissed turned rougher, his lips wrapping around your bottom lip, sucking at it occasionally. You groaned against his lips, loving the open-mouth kisses he was giving you. The room was silently besides the sounds of your kisses, your lips smacking against each other whenever he connected them and pulled away. His nose nuzzled against yours whenever he moved in to place another kiss to your lips, your lips becoming swollen from the constant contact.
His tongue darted out from his lips, bypassing yours without warning. The wet article met yours, massaging it between your cheeks. You moaned against him, feeling it rumble in your throat. Mitch grinned into the kiss, flicking his tongue against yours as an attempt to get it to play with him. You smiled back, your tongue beginning to battle his, though his won rather easily.
He laid you back on the bed, lips still attached to yours, straddling your hips quickly. His hips rolled against yours, his hard cock pressing through both your clothes into your pussy. He groaned, breaking the kiss, moving his lips down your check to your neck. Your moaned into his ear, shifting your own hips against him, the pressure between your groins building. Even through the thin pajama shorts you wore and the athletic shorts he wore for once to bed, you could feel every inch of his cock perfectly. It was twitching eagerly, trying to escape its confines to get to the place it wanted most: inside you.
He sucked at your neck, a noticeable hickey forming in the spot. You whined at him quietly, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. His hips pressed into yours, moving against it quickly. It was the same motions he does when he is thrusting into you, and it was driving you crazy since your pussy was empty, void was any feeling besides the pressure outside of it. His cock poked at the entrance every time he rolled forward, but the fabric between them kept him from filling you completely.
You moaned loudly when he bit at the junction between your neck and shoulder, knowing it was one of the most sensitive spots you had and that it always turned you on more. He made you cum once just by kissing and biting at it, amazing at how sensitive the spot was for you. Your hips jerked up into him, Mitch groaning against your neck.
You pulled him from your neck, making him look at your face. “Mitch, enough teasing. I don’t want you to fuck me with my clothes on. I’d rather my clothes be off, thrown across the room like you normally do, with your cock buried so deep inside me that it will need Google Maps to find its way out.”
Mitch chuckled, pushing your shorts and panties down your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. You kicked them off your ankles, the material falling to the floor at the end of the bed. Mitch kicked his own shorts and boxers off his legs, not caring where they ended up. His lips connected to yours in a heated kiss, his cock sliding into you quickly.
He thrust into you quickly, his lips never leaving yours. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, one of Mitch’s hands gripping your thigh tightly. His thick cock pulsed inside of you, twitching against your walls. The tip poked your g-spot every time he slid inside of you, sending shivers up your spine. You moaned against his lips, your body overly sensitive to his touch.
He tugged your bottom lip with his teeth, breaking the kiss slowly. His hips slammed against yours, his thrusts growing more powerful. You moaned loudly, your voice echoing around the bedroom, mixed with the loud slapping of skin. Mitch grunted, leaning back on his knees, his speed picking up even more. It was almost ungodly how fast he was moving, your legs tugging him closer. Mitch watched your breasts bounce happily with his thrusts, licking his lips at the delicious sight. The angle he thrust at sent waves of pleasure through your body, your body writhing, heavy pants falling from your lips. “Mitch, baby. I’m gonna…”
He nodded, reaching down to rub your clit. “Let it out baby. Just cum for daddy.” You mewled at his words, feeling him lean down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. He kissed the bud, tugging at it with his teeth and lips, tongue flicking the hard peak. His fingers rubbed vigorously at your clit, pinching the nub with the tips of his fingers. The knot inside you unraveled before you knew it, juices coating his cock while he thrust. Your back arched off the bed, your head digging into the pillows, toes curling in the blankets that were bunched up at your feet. Mitch sucked harder at your nipples for a second before he pulled away with a pop, his movements slowing to a taunting push, his cock sliding in and out of you slowly to prolong your orgasm.
He pulled out abruptly as your body began to relax, flipping you so you were on your hands and knees, ass pressed against his pelvis. His cock was still hard, covered in your juices, his precum dripping from the tip. He rubbed the tip through your folds, probing your entrance occasionally. You mewled into the pillows, looking back at him over your shoulder. “Please daddy. Fuck me more.”
Mitch groaned loudly, shoving his cock inside of you, rougher than normal with the action. You winced as he bottomed out, the force from his penetration surging through your bones. Mitch didn’t realize the slight pain you were in, digging himself deep into you with his hurried thrusts. His hand connected with your ass, your body vibrating from the slap, his cock slamming into you harder every time. Your ass was turning red from his constant smacks, one of his hands slightly pulling on the hair it threaded itself into.
You whimpered slightly, pain and pleasure flowing through your body. You were overwhelmed with the feelings, unsure if you were enjoying the feeling or not. When your whimper hit his ears, Mitch slowed down, pulling you up so your back pressed against his chest. He stilled inside of you, turning your head to lightly kiss your lips.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just got excited when you called me daddy,” he mumbled against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist. You relaxed into his chest, sighing deeply.
“You’re alright, babe. Just take it easy a bit. I want you to cum with me, not bruise me unintentionally,” you joked, a small smile forming on Mitch’s face. “I love you, Mitch.”
He didn’t reply, slowly beginning to thrust inside you again, the new angle causing him to hit your g-spot sharply, even at his gentle pace. You mewled happily, feeling his lips kissing at your neck. He sucked red marks from your shoulder to the juncture between your shoulder and neck, nipping at your tender spot.
His thrusts were growing stronger, your hands reaching forward to grasp the headboard of the bed to keep steady. His hands slit up your torso, beginning to caress your breasts with his fingers, tugging at the nipples simultaneously with his thrusts. His cock shoved deep into you, your walls contracting around him eagerly trying to holding him to you, desperate for another release. His face remained buried in your neck, hot pants hitting your skin. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, your moans mixing with it.
Mitch’s movements began to falter, his thrusts growing sloppy. You felt you were drawing close, knowing Mitch was as well. You nudged his cheek with yours, Mitch looking up at you. “Kiss me, Mitch,” you whispered, his lips on yours before you could finish your words. It was a gentle, loving kiss, but forceful, as if to tell you that you belonged to him and only him. His hands grabbed at your breasts tightly, his cock twitching sporadically against your walls.
In a single second, your vision spotted, unraveling in his arms. Mitch felt you shaking violently, your juices splattering your walls around him, soaking into his skin. He grunted against your lips, streams of hot, white cum shooting from his tip, mixing with yours. Your fingers scraped against the wooden headboard, your head falling back on his shoulder slightly, moaning loudly. Mitch slowed to a pleasant speed, riding out your shared highs.
He pulled out, carefully laying you back on the bed. He flopped next to you, his arm wrapping around your bare waist. You looked up at him, pecking his lips slowly. “Is this why you always want sex before you leave on a mission?” He nodded wordlessly, tightening his hold on you. You giggled, cuddling into him. “I’m not complaining. I like your way of remembering me. It makes me love you even more. I love you so much,” you mumbled through a yawn.
He kissed your forehead, turning carefully, trying not to disturb your position, to turn off the light. He heard your soft breathing, knowing you had already fallen asleep. He looked down at your, smiling to himself. “I love you too, baby. Maybe one day, our story will be exactly like your book. I can look forward to coming home to you and my child inside of you.” He laced his fingers with yours, playing with the engagement ring that was perched on your digit. “Someday soon I hope.”
